“You always have something to say,” she said.
I laughed and shook my head.
“Thank you, Mom. I'll make sure he gets it.”
She nodded.
“Good.”
I glanced back toward the room before looking at her again.
“He's actually sleeping right now.”
Her expression softened.
“He must be tired.”
“He probably is. He had a long day,” I said.
She nodded thoughtfully.
“When he wakes up, I'll tell him that you brought this for him.”
My mother smiled.
“Alright. Just make sure he eats it.”
“I will.”
She nodded once more before turning to leave.
I watched her walk away, and just before she reached the end of the hallway, she glanced back at me with another small smile.
I couldn't help smiling in return.
“Goodnight, Mom.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
She finally walked away, and I closed the door.
